My Lady, Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing.

For anyone that knows me, they know her. She is the head of the Hellsing family, and a Knight of the Round Table, the only woman and one of the youngest people to hold that prestigious position.

It ruffles the feathers of the older Knights. It's so delightful.

I've already related how we met, so I won't go back into that. We've had so many adventures that border on seeming fictitious. For example, the night Incognito arrived on the Island, I went to meet him.

"What are you doing here? Has your hunger driven you to this?"

I waited a moment for an answer, but none came. "I don't know your name yet, but I think we have a lot in common. You've also put aside your pride and learned to bow before human masters." I snorted. "How utterly pitiful."

Nothing. I snorted again.

"I do hope you have some power to back up your enormous pretention."

He walked out, a ghastly mismatch of proportions. His frame was covered in a long trenchcoat, rather like mine only it was the same drab as his flesh. He looked at me and said in a slow drawl "You're Alucard."

I smirked. He was a quick one, alright. "What shall I call you?"

"I'm Incognito."

How appropriate. "So you're nobody then? I can live with that; my name's a bit of an enigma as well." Well, an anagram would have been more accurate, but why mince details? I wanted to fight.

"We're both originals who are bound by humans. Let's take our time have some fun," I said, pulling out the Jackal pistol that Walter had made recently and pulling the slide back.

"What are you waiting for, Incognito? Don't you carry any human weapons?"

He raised a hand and then flung it to the side, a large gun flying from his sleeve, several chains attached to it. I smiled as I recognized the gun.

"An Armscore 40mm MGL, how quaint. I wonder what kind of projectiles it fires. Explosive rounds?"

He pulled a shell from the large ammunition drum just forward from the grip, squeezing it. Long twisted bits of metal clinked on the floor. How wonderful.

"Sorcery from the Dark Continent? Perfect, let's begin." I raised my pistol.

He gave a slight smile, tattoos appearing on his face and he just looked at me. "The two of us, we're different."

I looked at him. "What did you say?"

"The difference between us," he grinned sadistically.

I suppose that if we weren't enemies we might have been friends. He seemed to enjoy the same things I did: death, destruction, insanity. However, right now, I wondered in what way we were different.

"Is you don't have a master anymore." He looked like a cat that had caught the canary.

At that moment, I felt the sharp call from a pained Integra. She was wounded, in pain, in danger.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" I cried as I fired my pistol. His return shots ripped into me.

"I'm going to fill your flesh with my Jackal's bullets," I said, just before I phased out to save my master.

I set into the house, dampening the magic of a weak vampire that had entered the manor. I entered my Master's office, seeing the blonde woman in a green dress by Integra. An Irish Vampire of sorts, a distant cousin of the Banshees. She had probably come from the castle they had raided earlier that day. What was it called again? Bobhan?

"I've had enough of your mockery, Bobhanshee!"

She turned, hissed like a cat, and leapt over the desk, racing towards me. She leapt into the air, coming down towards me.

Idiot.

I raised the Jackal and fired. She landed on the floor as no more than a pile of dust.

Walter and Seras raced in at that point, and Integra snatched up the letter opener that had been used to stab her in the gut. She held it to her neck.

Marvellous.

The Police Girl made to help her, but the firm command stopped her dead.

"Stay back!" Integra said as she looked off at nothing. She shoved the dagger through her neck.

Draculina shouted as my Master fell to the floor, her blood spilling from her body, a weak comment escaping her lips as she passed out.

"There is impure blood in my veins."

I stood there later, outside the tent inside which the doctors worked furiously to save her life. The Police Girl mumbled an apology to me, something about if she had gotten there faster.

"You must pay close attention. Watch how Integra fares in battle."

She looked at me in surprise, echoing the word battle.

"Integra tore through her own throat. She shed her own blood and chose to fight for her life. Giving in is what kills people. When you refuse to surrender with all your heart, only then do you transcend your humanity. Even in the face of death, never give up. That is the strength of our Master."

She looked at me, then at the unconscious Integra. I could tell she had a question, but she chose to walk away, the question unanswered.

I do wish she had gotten over that intimidation sooner than she did.

While Integra was unconscious, I went and forced her brain to keep functioning, bringing the memories of our meeting out, replaying them.

When we reached the part where she leaned across my arm to fire, she began to regain strength. I was such a child back then, she thought at me.

I smiled. You will always be that same little girl to me, I returned.

There was a sense of something that could have been interpreted as thank you.

Later that evening, we stood on the balcony that overlooked the gardens. She was still weak, and so was confined to a wheelchair and had a blanket wrapped about her body to ward off the chill.

"Do you think that this was a deliberate attack just to get rid of my leadership?" she asked as we gazed at the stars and moon.

"No, not entirely."

She looked at me, then back out at the lawn. She knew me well enough that I would continue in time.

"Master!"

I heard the Police Girl behind me, just at the door. I was about to welcome her to join us since Integra had become like a sister to her when she started to walk away again.

Again, damn that timidness.

"The Police Girl seems intimidated by you," I said to Integra.

She snickered. "I believe it has something to do with the way I got her to feed."

I looked at her. "You were responsible for her change of heart?"

She smiled. "I went down and talked to her after I heard from Walter that she hadn't been feeding. I confronted her and pricked my finger in front of her. I ordered her to lick the wound. When she hesitated, I asked her why it was she couldn't follow orders from a superior officer, insinuating that she was insubordinate. I don't think she expected it, and she sure as Hell wasn't happy about it, but she did it."

"Yet she won't listen to me when I order her to do it."

She smiled at me. "You are a bit more demanding with a hint of pain. I used hints of discipline that would have nothing to do with her person. She still sees herself as an officer, one that follows orders. I threatened her reputation."

I looked at Integra.

"You are devious, my Master."

"Is that a compliment?"

I smiled as I phased out of the room.

"I'll let you know later."

Ah, Integra. Something about her is just so appealing, yet at the time I refused to indulge in more than a courting in my own subtle way, since she was mortal and my Master as the seals had demanded. So many things have changed since then.

So many things.

She is stretched out on the couch across from me now, dozing in the late afternoon hours. It's been a year or so since the assault and injury that caused me to donate so much of my blood to keep her alive. I didn't know until after we had both recovered that it had affected her genetic chemistry, adding several of the markers that Vampires held.

She picked up from my blood a goodly number of abilities, including enhanced speed and strength. She is so similar to Thanatos now, a Dhampir for lack of a better term since she didn't die. He has been helping her learn control her powers as I have been teaching the Police Girl. Her familiar appeared the other day, a great tiger of black and gold. She has great potential.

But the connection we have is different than the now shared immortality. It was started when I drank her blood that night in the dungeon, and was nurtured over the decade that I served her. I have never met a woman so iron-willed or so capable in combat.

She was, in many ways, a match for me intellectually. She was fearless when it came to me, save the prospect of loosing me.

Now if there was just some way to get her to stop using those abilities that she has now to torment me in a sort of twisted revenge for the years I did it to her.

It's rather annoying.